by Damon Martin
Dressing like a nerd has become the “in” thing to do (which is a little worrying when you consider yesterday’s “in” is today’s “out”). Personally I’ve been dressing like a nerd pretty much my whole life, because well, I’m a huge nerd – so I’ve little choice but to ride the wave (even if it beaches me in fashion oblivion in 6 months time). That said, there’s nothing wrong with being a stylish nerd (at least for now) and so with that I present “Geek Chic: The May the Force Be With You” edition.
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by Tara Diane
I was supposed to go to this dinky little local amusement park tonight, but things didn’t exactly work out. In an effort to hinder my depression, I felt like some fatty fair food was in order. I don’t need your Ferris wheel to enjoy myself, bitches! I remember going to the boardwalk in Santa Cruz when I was in high school. We would usually go down to the caves and take an educational tour of the local vegetation, then go pig out on funnel cakes. So let’s make some fricking funnel cakes!
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by Ryan Stewart
William Gibson will always be the cyberpunk prophet, the man whose Hugo-winning 1984 debut novel Neuromancer, about a future underworld dystopia where radically advanced computing possibilities exist in tandem with sex, drugs and political skullduggery, introduced the notion of “cyberspace” to the public and predicted the emergence of a world wide web, along with computers of ever-increasing intelligence and dubious motive. In the post-September 11th world, however, his attention has increasingly focused not on a new imagined future (the branch of Matrix-style cyber fiction his work spawned chugs along regardless) but on the complexities of the present. In a recent NYT op-ed about Google’s tightening grip on our lives, Gibson conceded that “science fiction never imagined Google” and characterized the search engine as a “coral reef of human minds” with an impact so potentially transformative that it should cause us to consider new ideas like “training wheel” identities for today’s minors, whose every stupid, impolitic thought is being cached to their potential future detriment.
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Osaka Suicide in Let The Sunshine In
- INTO: Chris, music, girls, The Sword, and old school D&D.
- NOT INTO: intolerant f**ks!
- MAKES ME HAPPY: Presents, music, sex and good food.
- MAKES ME SAD: Stupid people.
- 5 THINGS I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT: Chris, music, and things to occupy my mind with.
- VICES: Being pessimistic and cynical. OMG aren’t I cool – lets add sarcasm to that list.
- I SPEND MOST OF MY FREE TIME: Procrastinating.
Get to know Osaka better over at SuicideGirls.com!
September 9, 2010 was a red-letter day for SG, with five beautiful ladies going pink. “What made this particular day so extraordinary is the fact that all five girls have been longtime members of the site,” explains SG Model Coordinator Rambo. “Eclipse, Akito, and HollyStar’s sets had all been in Member Review for 6-plus months, and Fabrizia has submitted SIX sets to Member Review over the past two years.”
Our congratulations go out to Akito, Auriga, Eclipse, Fabrizia and HollyStar, who will each receive a lifetime membership to the site, $500 and a super cute gift pack full of SG goodies. “The girls are all very diverse with regards to age, ethnicity, and location,” notes Rambo, “and are a wonderful representations of what SG is all about!”
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by Fred Topel
We Americans are kind of soft. When we say “machete” it kind of sounds like “ma-shed-ee.” When Machete himself says it, it sounds as sharp as the blade itself: “Ma-chay-tay.” Danny Trejo really emphasizes the correct Mexican pronunciation of his latest character.
If there were Suicide Men, Danny Trejo might be their leader. Although, he wouldn’t have to worry about committing social suicide, because nobody’s going to mess with him. His rugged face, chest of tattoos, handlebar moustache and long man hair have gotten him cast as bad guys in movies for the past 25 years.
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by Star Padilla
Want a drastic reduction in the number of men who bug you with creepy advances? I highly suggest you invest some money in a fake engagement ring, or maybe take it to the next level and buy the double band.
I’ve had some people give me a hard time in saying, “You may possibly be cheating yourself out of finding your soulmate by wearing that ring.” In all honesty, I’m not looking to meet my Mr. Right at some random bar – that’s far from what I imagine meeting my husband will be like. And I don’t want to date a dude I meet at a bar I’m a regular at, since that’d be super inconvenient if things didn’t work out (I mean, who would get custody of the spot?)
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